I'm not obsolete! They still neeeeed me! [Longish]
Aug 4, 2014 0:10:46 GMT
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Post by chirpingcricket on Aug 4, 2014 0:10:46 GMT
I'm sick. OK? I am, I'm sick. I've been sick for a week. Thursday, I finally got in to see a doctor, and he said I have bronchitis and a sinus infection and, oh, yeah, dangerously high blood pressure. Like, he said words like "hospital" and "stroke" and "Lady, you crazy, you shoulda seen a doctor, like, five years ago, that's how bad it is."
Snort.
[Note: My doctor is *so* gangsta! His name is Amos. Isn't that adorable? When I told him my father's name was Amos, he said he had Never Met Another First-Name Amos. I was sad to tell him he wouldn't meet my father, either, since he died forty years ago.] [Of heart disease.] [But that's not the point.]
So I hit the jackpot in the number of prescriptions I brought home Thursday night. Antibiotics, a steroid-something-or-other nasal spray, an inhaler, blood pressure meds, I forget what-all I got. It was a lot. I was most looking forward to the cough syrup, because that stuff has codeine and I have had it before. Blessed cough syrup!
Guess what. I do not feel much better at all. I still am not sleeping through the night. The coughing is still killing me. My blood pressure? Oooo-eeee, I do not even want to tell y'all. My husband has had high blood pressure since he was 29; my son, 21, was just diagnosed a few weeks ago and has started taking the exact same dose of the exact same drug that I've been prescribed. We have two different blood pressure cuffs here.
So this afternoon, I was feeling particularly wretched. Checked my blood pressure. It was *so* bad. So bad, y'all! And I *swear* I am taking the blood pressure drug at exactly the same time every night.
I sent an email to my sister and complained about how I feel wretched, and hey, the security camera at her house showed that it was cloudy. Was it raining in Las Vegas? She emailed back, yes, and she sent me a picture of rain droplets bouncing off her swimming pool. I emailed that if it was not thundering, I would *be* in that pool. I used to love swimming in the rain when I was a kid at camp. She emailed back that she was worried about me, and I need to Stop It with the being sick thing, and why weren't the men in my life taking better care of me?!?!
Thereupon we had a conversation about how the boys are taking *excellent* care of me, and I haven't cooked or cleaned anything since Tuesday. I even pointed out that we had the ingredients for my very complex and delicious Crock Pot black-eyed peas recipe, and my DH had already sorted the beans [black-eyed peas are beans, not peas, despite their name] for soaking, and apparently, he was going to make my Crock Pot black-eyed peas recipe without me on Monday. So yay! And... Um, that kinda makes me feel obsolete and unnecessary.... but yay! I am pampered.
And about two hours later, as we were eating the burgers that DH made on the grill for dinner without any help from me at all, DH says, "Um.... your recipe is too complex. What's the difference between 'chopped' and 'diced'? How long do I have to soak the peas?"
So I am not obsolete; they cannot make it through life without me; if I die, all their black-eyed pea dreams will die with me!!! Wait, that doesn't sound quite right......
I will figure this out tomorrow. After the cough syrup starts working.
Not obsolete!
Snort.
[Note: My doctor is *so* gangsta! His name is Amos. Isn't that adorable? When I told him my father's name was Amos, he said he had Never Met Another First-Name Amos. I was sad to tell him he wouldn't meet my father, either, since he died forty years ago.] [Of heart disease.] [But that's not the point.]
So I hit the jackpot in the number of prescriptions I brought home Thursday night. Antibiotics, a steroid-something-or-other nasal spray, an inhaler, blood pressure meds, I forget what-all I got. It was a lot. I was most looking forward to the cough syrup, because that stuff has codeine and I have had it before. Blessed cough syrup!
Guess what. I do not feel much better at all. I still am not sleeping through the night. The coughing is still killing me. My blood pressure? Oooo-eeee, I do not even want to tell y'all. My husband has had high blood pressure since he was 29; my son, 21, was just diagnosed a few weeks ago and has started taking the exact same dose of the exact same drug that I've been prescribed. We have two different blood pressure cuffs here.
So this afternoon, I was feeling particularly wretched. Checked my blood pressure. It was *so* bad. So bad, y'all! And I *swear* I am taking the blood pressure drug at exactly the same time every night.
I sent an email to my sister and complained about how I feel wretched, and hey, the security camera at her house showed that it was cloudy. Was it raining in Las Vegas? She emailed back, yes, and she sent me a picture of rain droplets bouncing off her swimming pool. I emailed that if it was not thundering, I would *be* in that pool. I used to love swimming in the rain when I was a kid at camp. She emailed back that she was worried about me, and I need to Stop It with the being sick thing, and why weren't the men in my life taking better care of me?!?!
Thereupon we had a conversation about how the boys are taking *excellent* care of me, and I haven't cooked or cleaned anything since Tuesday. I even pointed out that we had the ingredients for my very complex and delicious Crock Pot black-eyed peas recipe, and my DH had already sorted the beans [black-eyed peas are beans, not peas, despite their name] for soaking, and apparently, he was going to make my Crock Pot black-eyed peas recipe without me on Monday. So yay! And... Um, that kinda makes me feel obsolete and unnecessary.... but yay! I am pampered.
And about two hours later, as we were eating the burgers that DH made on the grill for dinner without any help from me at all, DH says, "Um.... your recipe is too complex. What's the difference between 'chopped' and 'diced'? How long do I have to soak the peas?"
So I am not obsolete; they cannot make it through life without me; if I die, all their black-eyed pea dreams will die with me!!! Wait, that doesn't sound quite right......
I will figure this out tomorrow. After the cough syrup starts working.
Not obsolete!
